Stashing the three hundred and some change he made from selling pheasant eggs into his pocket, Wang Xiaoqiang walked out of the farmers' market. To the left of the market's exit, under a big locust tree, were three layers of onlookers gathered, intermittently erupting into excited shouts, "Bite it, bite it to death..."
"Go for it, Big Steel Fang, get it... Overthrow it..."
"Ah haha... My Big Steel Fang wins again, come on, come on, pay up..." A short, plump middle-aged man seated on a small stool in the middle of people laughed triumphantly.
Hearing this noise, Wang Xiaoqiang knew right away that they were hosting a cricket fight.
